Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Sunset

Warm downy clouds aglow with light,
Above and beyond green lacy trees,
Ever shading from greys to purplish –pink to white, Announce now the approach of night.
The chirp, chirp of a bird,
And a dark flash ‘gainst the sky,
The crying laughter of children
In the yard nearby,
Herald nighttime’s nigh.
Oh! Warm by your hearth,
Ye tiller of soil.
Gather your fond ones, large and small,
Rich in their blessings at the light of day,
Shaded in peace and mist:
Let them now feel their day.
(1928)

Mom was always connected to her environment, aware of the season’s changes, the phases of the moon, the shifting of the clouds in the sky, the sounds around her….birds, children, people talking… and she always appreciated these all as parts of the larger design, the larger blessing of life. This poem was written in the spring, May 1928.

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